Cheese, Like Oil, Makes Too Much Of

The Proverbial Englishman, We Know From Old Chronicler Froissart, Takes His Pleasures Sadly, And The Englishwoman Goes A Step Further And Takes Her Pleasures In Sadness Itself.

I Often Arrive At Quite Sensible Ideas And Judgements, On The Spur Of The Moment. It Is When I Stop To Think That I Become Foolish.

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet ... The Evenings In Late Autumn Time, When The White Mist Creeps Across The Fields, Making It Seem As Though Old Earth, Feeling The Night Air Cold To Its Poor Bones, Were Drawing Ghostly Bedclothes Round Its Withered Limbs.

It Takes 3 Girls To Tow Always; Two To Hold The Rope, And The Other One Runs Round And Round, And Giggles.

The Advantage Of Literature Over Life Is That Its Characters Are Clearly Defined, And Act Consistently.